Mei Gongqing

Wang Hong looked at her and washed it clean. Her eyes were cold. She looked at her bloody white coat with a demonic face. Her chest stagnated.

He lowered his eyes and said softly: "Go back with me. ”

The sound is a bit stiff.

Chen Yong's mouth flashed, retracted his gaze at him, didn't seem to hear the same, and walked forward.

“Ayung! ”

Answering him remains the backdrop of isolation.

Wang Hong's voice mentioned, his tone was endlessly gentle. He walked behind her and held his arm to her waist. He said softly: "Ayung, are you hurt? Come on, follow me back. ”

Sounds like water and feelings.

As his arm locked her waist, Chen Yong patted it open gently and kept walking forward without going back.

She left Wang Hong alone behind.

The driver whispered to Wang Hong, “Lang Jun? ”

Wang Hong lowered his eyes and shaken his hair in front of his forehead. He lowered his voice: “Send four people to follow her.” Pause, "he continued softly." Remember, if she's in danger, don't show up until the last minute. ”

“Yes.”

At this time, Wang Hong, with his head down, heard the driver's voice in his ear, "Huh? Whose team is that? ”

Wang Hong raised his head.

In the official path ahead, a group of people came to the mercy of the winding dust, and the end of the dust.

Looking at Wang Hong's eyes, he turned to walk in the official passage. The bloody figure stood still.

In the blink of an eye, the front team appeared in sight, and the flying flag was clearly visible.

On the flag, there is a word 'Min'.

Coming to the team of Min.

Soot rushes, horseshoes rumble, and in the blink of an eye, that rushing soot has approached the farther away Chen Zheng.

At this point, a clear drink came out and the horses stopped the hooves.

In the team, Lin Zhema rushed out dressed as an assault.

He rushed to Chan Yong.

He stopped running, staring down at Chen's face in a bloody coat, frowned and lowered his voice: “What happened? ”

When he saw Chen Rong bowing his head and speaking, he stretched out his hand and held Chen Rong's chin, causing her to look up at him.

Four-eyed, his eyebrows locked, “Ayung, what happened? ”

He clearly saw that Ahrong in front of him, still had such a gorgeous face, still had such a bright pair of eyes, but it seemed that there was something different... The face is still the same, so long as it's been gone for a day or two, it becomes another person.

He gently caressed her lips and commanded, "Say it! ”

Chen Yong drooped his eyes.

Half a dozen, she muttered, “General, I can't marry you. ”

Min held her chin tight and frowned, "What were you talking about? ”

Chen Rong blinked her long eyelashes and she smiled slowly.

This smile is a bit dazzling.

She looked up at him, at his eyebrows, at his thin lips, and at the team behind him.

Behind him, a carriage is coming. The curtains of the carriage opened and a familiar, pale and delicate face appeared in front of her.

That face, when facing Chen, stunned open his mouth, the resentment engraved in her eyes, this moment replaced by surprise.

That beauty, that's Chen Wei. She's been replaced with women's headwear!

Chen Rongguan smiled and looked softly at Min. “General, Aaron and the Chen Yuan family are in no position to stand together. If you accept Awei, Aaron will not want to marry you. ”

Go ahead, she shakes his hand and keeps moving forward.

She didn't say anything about her loss, and didn't mention Wang Hong.

Chen Yong just took a few steps. Behind her came a long laugh from Lin Min. He said sarcastically: "Chen's Ayong, you are too wide! ”

Answering him was the shadow of Chen Yong going as far away as possible.

Wan Min frowned, his toes a little, and the dragon horse rushed towards Chen Yong like a gust of wind.

Turning his eyes, he appeared in front of Chen Yung again.

Reaching out his hand, he snapped her chin and whispered, “Chen's Ayung, where's the blood coming from?” He looked up and down at her, and Gordon in his heart said, "The beautiful woman who slaughtered in front of the two armies, was you? It's you!”

Sounds rushed and tight.

Chen Yong nodded.

“Why?”

Chen Jung slowly pulled off his hand and said softly and gracefully: "Because, I don't think there's any point in living. ”

He strapped her chin in her hand, too tight, so tight that it caused her pain that she could not pull it off.

He looked up and down at her, suddenly reaching out with his left hand, pulling up her arm and looking over, he asked, "How come you're not hurt? ”

When she heard his question, Chen Zheng ate a smile. She smiled with contempt and said softly: “Those hobos, I think, had never met a woman on the battlefield. Against me, all will be stubborn, and there will be no stubbornness. The sharp tip that stabbed me also intentionally avoided the harm, and some, more importantly, put away the weapon and try to capture me alive.” She explained here and finally felt the severe pain coming from her chin... She reached out and pulled the big hand outward, but with her strength, where could she pull it? So she lifted her eyes and glanced at him, her mouth softly and slowly said, “General, please let go. ”

Wan Min snorted coldly, and he suddenly let go, holding her arm instead, the wolf's eyes like a knife, “I know exactly who you are, Chen's Ayong. Tell me, what happened? ”

Chen Rong blinked his long lashes.

Her eyes were like water, she slanted him for a long time, her cherry lips slightly enlightened, and she smiled brightly, "The general must know? ”

“Say!”

In his drinking voice, Chen Zheng ate and laughed. She approached him a little. She raised her toes and quietly approached him. She gently clutched her red lips to his throat.

Almost suddenly, she threw up on the tip of her tongue, like a snake, and the clove slipped through his throat!

Min shuddered for a second and couldn't move.

She clings to him, her nose is fine, she exhales like an orchid, "Because," the chewing laughter from her throat is so magical, her lips leaning against his throat, softly, gently and vaguely said: "I'm lost! ”

After two hundred steps, Wang Hong in the carriage looked at the scene and drank all the wine from the glass.

Chen Rong stamped her lips on Min's throat and spit out the words. She ate and laughed again. After throwing an extremely demonic glance at him, she slowly pulled off his hand and turned to walk away.

Her arm was locked up by Van Min, "Who! Who's that guy? ”

His voice was so angry that he didn't have to look back. Chen Yong also knew that his handsome face must be iron blue and twisted. Because she looked everywhere, all the taxis bowed their heads and the horses backed off.

After dragging Chen Zhengwei and dragging her into his arms, he sighed angrily: “Who is he? ”

As soon as Chen Yong exited, he believed her statement. Because there won't be a woman in the world who jokes about this.

It is only for this reason that her mutation can be explained.

Yan Min was furious and hated, so he grabbed Chen Yong's finger and used his strength to grab her bones and make a sound. He grabbed her smiling face and sweated slightly.

Chen Yong did not scream pain, not only did she not scream pain, but the smile on her face was still bright and glamorous. She crooked her head and looked quietly at Valentine, softly saying: “I don't know who he is.” In a knife-like stare, she said very casually: “I was bored and went out to see the night scene. I didn't expect to get knocked out and woke up and lost myself. ”

She spoke too casually, and the smile on her face was too bright.

Almost suddenly, Valentine felt a disgust!

“Bang” he threw her out again. After making Chen Zheng roll on the ground for a few rolls, he jumped off his horse and walked to her.

Staring down at her, his handsome face, besides anger, was still disgusted... And sad, “Chen Shi Ayong, I've made you my wife.” He grinned, dull and hard, and said: "I have made you my wife! ”

Speaking of which, he suddenly turned around, rolled on his horse, hurried, and rushed out.

The pawnbrokers and Chen Weixiang turned their eyes. They reacted and hurried to follow. Going a long way, Chen Wei is still looking back at Chen Yong. Just for this moment, her face was dark, lost, and her own suffering swept away. Replaced by a smile of ease and joy.

Half the time, a general took the lead in catching up with Min. By then, Min had stopped running, and he sat on his horse's back, facing the sunset, surrounded by desert fields.

He stood still, and if the wind hadn't blown his robe and curled up his long hair, it would have made him feel like a statue.

Then the general came behind him and thought, he whispered, "General, it's just a woman. Why be angry? ”

Min did not turn back. He stared at the sunset west for a long time. When the general thought he would not speak, he suddenly heard a dull voice, “No, she is lying! ”

The general laughed when he was about to ask.

He leaned back for the first laugh and slowly untied the trident!

Put the trident on the ground, he lowered his head and sighed. “They're all lost. They're all dead. She's trying to hide it for the man... Chen's Ayung, your heart for me is too fake! ”

How dare the general speak when he hears such intimate things about the late Lady? Quickly keep your head down.

Min's right hand, tight, tightly held the trident handle, this time, he applied a very strong force, directly inserted the trident deep into the dirt, so that the trident handle began to bend.

He drowned his head and laughed with a hush-hush. He smiled and his voice grew dull and low.

Almost all of a sudden, he kicked at the trident. After he kicked it up and bounced away, he hissed and roared furiously: "What are you? What do you count? ”

In a low roar, he suddenly rolled over his horse and rushed out again. As he rushed past the trident, he reached up and ran away.

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Please do not question how Chen Yongchung killed the rebels, how is he not injured. Historically, he was also born in Hanzi High School during the Wei Jin Nan North Dynasty, so to speak: Senior year 16, Shang General horn, brilliant appearance, Yen Jingbai, such as a beautiful woman. The first paste, the natural eyebrows, the sighters groan. That is, swinging the white blade, swinging between, enduring, more attractive.